my throat burns

Fuck a rain cloud
this sickness won't dry out
get a grip
because it soon will slip
I'm gasping for air
but not grasping for you to care
I'll suck you in and spit you back in your makers face
It's me who sets the pace
but I set it so I lose the race
I've been running from success
since I was denied a peaceful rest
AND THIS FUCKING MONSTER BEATING IN MY CHEST
will not, can not, should not
STOP
I wrote the story to the end
BUT I DON'T

understand the
PLOT